Ms. Carter

Chapter 12

*Author's note: this is a filler chapter to prep for the next few chapters.

POV—Paris

{11:30PM, Thursday Night}

Dropping my briefcase and coat at the door, I sauntered through the large empty house grabbing a small snack and water before going upstairs. It had been another long day at work, nothing too exciting going on at the firm just a bunch of pompous pigs drooling after me as if they’d never seen a woman in their entire life. Disgusting, yes, but yet a small part of me still enjoyed the attention I received, I always got attention from men but never from who had I wanted to. Many offered me on dates for drinks but it never got farther than that, I didn’t mind…for the most part. I could get any guy I wanted to, if I’d let my standards down a little bit, but one thing my mom always told me was to never lower my standards for anyone, because if I have to, that must mean they don’t deserve me, and with that I haven’t changed one bit, but I’m starting to think this method isn’- the shrill ringing of my phone broke through the buzzing thoughts going through my mind, I picked it up, barely glancing at the caller ID, not realizing how tired I was, I answered in a low, exhausted tone.

“Paris? You alright? What’s wrong?” it was unexpectedly, my sister, she rarely ever called me any more since I was always working and so was she, it seemed as if we didn’t really have much time for each other to be honest. I calmed her down, simply explaining my long day at work and how I’d just got home. She barely let me finish, I could tell she was bursting with excitement, it was something she’d wanted to tell me for a while now, I’m sure. I goaded her on to tell me about the news that she was absolutely dying to tell me. At first I was hoping she would be quitting that God awful club job of hers, it was quite degrading, honestly. The first time I’d been there was to pick up Jaiden, and that was also the last time I’d ever step foot in that place again. I mean it was disgusting, women standing on a stage having piggish men throwing money at them, demanding a lap dance from them or just a stroke of their ego. I didn’t understand why she continued to do what she did, but I guess everyone makes their money in their own ways, her business, not mine. Snapping out of the short trance I was in, I tuned back into what she was saying, coming in at the right time I heard the word crush and boy somewhere in that sentence. I smiled some but then that smile faded, as she was explaining the many dates and gifts this boy or man had lavished her with, I began to think. Occasionally throwing input into the conversation, I asked her to bring him over sometime, soon the conversation ran short and we both wished each other goodnight and hung up.

Thinking over everything Lay had said, one thing stuck with me the whole night, she never had a problem finding a boy she liked, she was so free spirited and happy and never uptight. She managed to have men in a chase after her, not only because of her body, but because she was fun to be around, her personality drew you in and you never wanted to leave. I then realized why I had such a hard time with men, I was intimidating to them, one of the top business women in New York, and the ability to end anybody’s career within a quick phone call. It didn’t help that I was a bit snooty, and pompous as my family would tell me, I didn’t know how to loosen up, I wasn’t sure what fun was besides working and coming home and sharing a few bottles of wine with a friend. But now, I wanted to let my guard down, and let go, so I called Lay back and set up a girl’s night with her, in a cheerie voice she suggested something absolutely absurd, “Why don’t we do a double date?! You know Maurice has a friend name Michael, I’ll hook you guys up, you’ll like him I promise!” before I could groan in protest she quickly hung up, leaving me to prepare myself for the next coming events.